Violent shrieks and terrible cries were only matched by the sounds of gushing blood and ripping body parts. Argosax’s army was beginning to get a foot hold on the army of the Rebellion as they continued to respawn at an alarming rate from his very body.

Sparda stood at the center of the slaughter fighting as fiercely as his will would allow. However, with the absence of Mundus and the steady decline of the Rebellious army, this coup was appearing to be in vain. Losing their will and confidence, the Rebellious army fought less than half heartedly and its fighters fell easily when severely out numbered by Pyromancers, Orangguerra offspring, Savage Golems and many more of Argosax’s dark legion. Some demons, like the Frosts, were able to hold their ground using their quickness and projectile ice shards. But others, like the Hells and Aracne were easily pounced on and decapitated by the grayish chimp-like demons who worked in groups and attacked specific body parts of the opposing side.

Beowulf and Furiatarus were locked in a heated battle, each matching the other blow for blow; as Furiatarus spewed his wave of fire from his mouth, Beowulf countered with incredible beams of white light which only defused as they touched the searing fire. As Beowulf circled him, trying to keep a distance, Furiatarus swung his hammer cyclically above his head, creating a ring of fire around his feet and a hurricane-like suction that drug Beowulf inwards towards the flames. However, Beowulf’s unique agility allowed him to leap above the flames and knock the hammer from Futriatarus’ cloven hands, forcing him into hand to hand combat. Beowulf had a clear advantage and began pounding Furiatarus with a barrage of punches. But, just when he gained the upper hand, Beowulf was blindsided by Orranguerra, the enormous ape demon with a black mane, who wrestled him to the ground and began to crash his heavy paws into his body. Beowulf, a well respected and very powerful demon, was now being double teamed by two equally powerful demons and even his toughness and vigor began to falter.

The same could almost be said about Sparda who now found himself face to face with Bolverk, the skeleton structured behemoth that he had fought in the coliseum. Although Bolverk fought for Argosax, he still maintained his sense of honor but he did not stop charging when his comrades, Freki and Geri, the barbaric axe and hammer wielding demons with white fur covered gauntlets and greaves, joined him in the attack. The three converged on Sparda simultaneously knocking him back slightly. Bolverk then stood back and allowed Freki and Geri to fight, only making a move when an opening presented itself. Freki and Geri were extremely fast and swift in their movements and when they attacked, they attacked head on and full bore, leaving behind a white spiral gust of wind. Sparda was able to counter most of their attacks but their coordination allowed for Bolverk to come in ever so often with his massive sword and slam into Sparda’s body. Although it really did not hurt Sparda physically, the blows took a toll on him mentally in that he took great pride in his stout defensive capabilities.

And as Sparda fought these three nemeses, he could see his fellow demons in his periphery falling and being ravaged by Argosax’s ruthless hordes and the looks on their faces were that of grief and despair. This Rebellion had now become a fight for survival……

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Mundus lay smoldering on the cold floor of Argosax’s keep, still unconscious. His chest still smoked from the immense blow that had befallen him earlier. Very slowly he began to regain consciousness. Groans of pain and anguish slowly leaked from his motionless stone face.

As he began to gather himself and get to his feet, Mundus remembered what had happened to him at the hands of Argosax and suddenly fear overwhelmed him. How long have I been out…. he thought. The war…..the rebellion…... Mundus then began to grow angry, thinking of the possibility that he may be too late. But that thought was quickly abated as he heard the terrifying sounds of battling demons off in the distance. Suddenly his rage overcame him as his three eyes began to pulsate in intense red light and his fists clinched tighter than ever.

“You should have killed me when you had the chance because you will not get another.” Mundus' stone body began to shake violently, like an earthquake tearing through ancient mountains. The Hellish stone shell of his body began to fall apart, leaving behind only Mundus' telltale triangular eyes. His eyes then looked upon the Throne; the red glow from his eyes became dim as his power literally ripped the Throne of Argosax apart, and rearranged it to form a larger, stronger, more powerful body for himself, identical to his last one, only much larger. But even after taking this new form, the blow from Argosax remained in the center of his chest, a blow through the very fabic of his being. “You SHALL witness the power of a true Dark Emperor!!”

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The battle waged on for what seemed like an eternity and as the army of Argosax continued to multiply, some demons of the Rebellion began to flee, realizing that their impending doom was at hand. Sparda tried valiantly to sway his army to continue the fight

“My brothers!! You mustn’t flee! No matter where you go, Argosax will find you and destroy you!! You must face your fate head on and thus defy it!!”

However, Sparda words did little to persuade the dissenters. Those who fled did not want to face the wrath of Argosax and others gave up because the supposed composer of this rebellion had betrayed them.

Sparda now found himself with less than half of his original force and it only continued to dwindle even further. The intense fire of Argosax began to engulf the battlefield as even the strongest warriors of the Rebellion began to fall; Beowulf was being stomped into the earth by Furiatarus and Orranguerra, some Shadows began to take their weaker form, and Phantom was confined to the ground as he was repeatedly whipped by the maces of the giant two-headed demons.

Sparda continued to battle Bolverk, Freki and Geri and as he fought, Argosax spoke into his mind, taunting and provoking him:

“Foolish Sparda. You cannot defeat me, you know that. Why do you continue to fight? Give up. If you do, I promise your death will be clean and swift. You know you cannot win. Now, ACCEPT YOUR FATE!! DIE!!!”

Argosax then began to release an even larger wave of demons from his body, only this time they were all surrounded by an aura of purple energy and seemed to be even fiercer. As Sparda fought, the words of Argosax hung in his head like a cancer. Although he tried to fight even harder, his own rationale got the best of him and for the first time in his life, he began to question himself and his destiny. This cannot be it…. he thought. I will not die this way. But it was only a matter of time until he realized that this may in fact be his fate….

Suddenly, a thunderous bang drowned out the sounds of the battlefield and all the demons, including Sparda ceased fighting. Just over the horizon, behind the Rebellious army, the silhouette of a winged figure could be seen and as it came into the light, the eyes of Sparda and the every demon on in the Blood Plain widened in disbelief.

It was Mundus however markedly different in his appearance; he was more than ten times his original size and his wings expanded more than one hundred feet. As he floated there his three red eyes peered into the face of Argosax and intense lightning surrounded his body. He then began to began to fly straight ahead and behind him, an incredible site could be seen; hundreds of Hell Vangaurds, the highest ranking of the seven Hells charged at blinding speeds, Nevan, the vampiric seductress used lighting and bats to float quickly and sharply, Gryffon, the enormous bird-like demon flew almost as high as Mundus as he charged, and Cerberus, the gigantic three headed ice based demon, shook the ground as leaped. The demons who had fled the Rebellion, turned back and charged, suddenly inspired by the appearance of their leader.

The battle suddenly stopped as Mundus flew to the side of Sparda. Sparda looked at Mundus very harshly then with a look of satisfaction.

“You’re late” Sparda said sternly but almost jokingly.

“I had to tie up a few lose ends”

Sparda looked at the new demons who had now joined the coup and smiled, “I see”

“Yes,” Mundus looked around at the many fallen demons of the Rebellion, “ and I see Argosax has been taking the fight to our army…” Mundus’ three eyes began to glow with red lightning as he refocused his sight at Argosax. “I think it’s time we take the fight to him.”

Mundus suddenly flew higher and began to make a beeline straight towards Argosax. Sparda, with a renewed confidence and burning desire to win, looked back at his reassembled army but did not say a word. He held his sword above his head and began to fly upward, turning towards Argosax. A smile ran across his face as his dove right into the masses of Argosax army, fighting with even more vigor than before. And not far behind him was the Rebellion, making another, intense charge. Hope had been restored and the Rebellious army was ready to live up to their potential and fight without hesitation.

In the distance, Argosax’s face, or lack there of, read only disgust and anger. He had not predicted the Rebellion would persist in such a way. His army stood still, watching as the Rebellion charged them. The disgust welled up inside of him and he screamed:

“ATTACK!!”

Once again, the two sides charged each other but something had changed. The momentum was now on the side of the Rebellion. This was no longer a fight for survival. The true battle for Hell had now begun. Both sides, now at full force and fighting at their highest levels would determine the fate of Hell and it’s outcome would echo for more than a millennium….

Oh my gosh, Mundus is actually pretty cool in this fic. I can't believe he actually turned up, I expected him to betray Sparda. Actually, now I'm wondering how on earth did him and Sparda become enemies... or Beowulf and Sparda actually. They all seem so friendly to each other...

Yup, Mundus will actually fight. He stil has his own pride as well. Not until he becomes emperor will he begin letting his minions do the dirty work. I'm glad all of you are liking how the fic is going so far.

The tide of the war had turned. Demons from the Rebellious Army began working together, using each of their elementally based attacks in conjunction; Nevan joined up with the charcoal-armored demon Alastor, sending a ferocious storm of lightning from the sky into the front lines of the Army of Argosax. The Hellhound Cerberus and gauntlet-wielding Ifrit worked together, using their respective powers of ice and fire to destroy the second wave of demons. Argosax’s army fell by the hundreds while the Rebellious Army only fell by less than a small fraction of that. And at the center of it all, was Sparda.

Nearly half of all the kills befalling the Army of Argosax came from this one demon. Sparda’s sword, like an extension of his arm, worked in unison with his body, throwing kicks and punches, then bringing the sword up to cut through demonic armor like it wasn’t there at all. Sparda held back Argosax’s troops dozens to one, allowing his army, the Rebellion, to fight head on into sea of opposing demons.

Behind his army, letting his hordes do his bidding for him, was Argosax, continuously unleashing demons by the hundreds from his very body. Deep in his self-righteous soul, he believed that he would win simply because he was the Ruler of Hell.

Mundus, now high above the war, sent his followers down to even the odds. Hell Vanguards, appearing similar to the Grim Reapers and powered by darkness, raised their scythe wielding left hands in unison and the sound of a bells deep bong was heard as the hundreds of Vanguards teleported in a puff of black smoke to battlefield. They used the plains gelatinous density to their advantage, sinking deep into it, and flying back up, swinging their scythes high and fast, cutting whole demons in half. Mundus looked past the war, and straight into Argosax’s faceless head and all his anguish and pinned up rage got the best of him. With a burst of brilliant white light, his wings exploded from his back and he hurled himself straight for Argosax.

Landing mere feet from his hated King, Mundus punched Argosax’s square jaw. Argosax stumbled back a few yards, quickly gathered himself and sent a vindictive stare back at his once loyal servant. Mundus stood tall and his chest seemed to inflate as he walked towards his one true enemy.

“You will not survive this, Argosax.” Mundus’ deep voice boomed with anger and anxiousness. Argosax jumped backward into the air letting out his own large, bat-shaped demonic wings and with one final burst of power, he let loose his own lieutenant: Noctpteran, the large moth-like demon.

“So, you actually believe you have what it takes to beat me?!?!” Argosax stole one final look at Munds and flew away from battlefield.

Mundus’ stone eyes lowered, “COWARD!” and he gave chase. It will end this day… he thought as he leaped high into the air with a burst of light.

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The war all but dwindled down to nothing but a mere battle of guts and will until Sparda saw Noctpteran; remembering past experiences, Sparda knew that this one demon, although not strong by itself, could unleash its vicious larva into the battle at any point and turn the tides once again. He knew he didn’t have time to warn the others. Noctpteran flew towards the battle, which had now clustered itself in the center of the Blood Plain, and Sparda leaped in the air and flew, trying in vain to keep ahead of the deadly moth-like demon.

Sparda looked behind him and saw the larva eggs fall from the sky and plant themselves underground. He then looked upward, trying to find the otherwise useless demon but all he saw was the vague silhouette of what he thought might be him. He then drew his attention back to the battle:

Hell Vanguards were being pulled down violently from below, disappearing into the ground due to the hungry larva. Several other Hells and Shadows were attacked from behind by the extremely large, worm-like larva which burst from the ground and charged very quickly towards their prey. All throughout the battlefield, demons of the Rebellion were being unmercifully swallowed whole by the slimy larva. Abyss’ fought hard trying to use their projectiles to keep the larva at bay but found that the larva’s own mindlessness made it almost invincible.

The newly revived Rebellious army was now being eaten alive by hundreds of ferocious larva and as Sparda looked on, it made him sick. His head lowered, No…he thought…We’re too close…It won’t end like this…Suddenly, a larva charged him, like a shark, its back popped up from the Blood Plain. Endless rows of teeth charged towards him and suddenly there was a flash of his sword, and the larva stopped. Another flash and the larva fell into fourths, completely dismantled and dead.

The Sword of Sparda began to emit red fire and Sparda began to feel like there was a stone in his chest, something that he has never felt before. He almost felt like there was another, more powerful, warrior inside of him ripping and pulling, trying to make its way to the surface. He stared at his sword, and raised his head to see Beowulf, still engaged in battle with Furiatarus and Orranguerra. Sparda’s face contorted from one of confusion to one of disgust as he flew over to help his comrade.

Beowulf, taking blows coming to him from both sides, thinks he sees Sparda, but doesn’t recognize his sword. It is only after Orranguerra is lifted up into the air by Sparda’s sword does Beowulf realize that Sparda is not himself. Furiatarus stopped his attacks to see Orranguerra unwillingly flying in the air.

Sparda, now in the air with Orranguerra, teleported above him, and swung his sword down. Using his bodyweight, he sliced Orranguerra across his back, knocking it back to the ground. Sparda lands on its back, and digs his cloven feet in. Beowulf stares in disbelief then slowly turns his head to see Furiatarus. Regaining lost strength, Beowulf flips around and grabs the demon in a headlock. Furiatarus tries to hit Beowulf but he uses his free hand to beat Furiatarus’ face in. He tosses him aside, and looks to Sparda. “COME ON!” he screamed as Orranguerra toppled to the ground, stomach first. Suddenly, Sparda leaped on top of the giant apes back and kicked off the ground with his right foot sending him franticly gliding across the sea of blood. Beowulf kneeled down on all fours, and followed Sparda head on into the battle.

With a flick of his wrist, Sparda transformed his sword into a spear. The fire emitting from the sword began to crawl up his arm and cover his body. Another flick, and the sword became a scythe.

As Blood Goats and other demon fodder tried to attack, Sparda slashed all around him, turning the opposing demons into visions of falling statues as legs stood without torsos, and body’s stood without heads. Blood sprayed everywhere. Flashes of the blade were seen as Sparda whirled through the battlefield, still on the back of Orranguerra. As he continued to ride the back of the ape his eyes became set on Argosax.

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As Noctpteran let more larva fall, the claw of Griffin quickly stopped him. “Now, I’d have more fun fighting a giant lizard than a moth…” Griffin then proceeded to tear off Noctpteran’s wings. The demon moth fell to the ground then Griffin sent a red orb of lighting through its body, killing it instantly.

Griffin clears his nose and scratches his head with the bone of one of Noctpteran’s wings…

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Argosax and Mundus were locked in a violent struggle, each using their powers against the other but to no avail: both were simply too strong.

Argosax raised his hand to form a large sword from it, and brought it down upon Mundus, who formed a shield of light to protect himself. Argosax leaped over Mundus and turned, swinging his large arm-sword. Mundus then countered, grabbing Argosax around the arm and twisting, breaking Argosax’s concentration, causing the sword to melt back into an arm.

Suddenly, Argosax put a foot onto Mundus’ chest and pushed, sending himself flying back. Mundus charged again, throwing a punch but Argosax countered with another punch. The only contact made was one of each fist, clashing in a boom of power, fire, and light.

“You poor servant…you believe you can win, don’t you?”

“Wrong …I know I WILL win!” Mundus charged his fist and blew power from it causing Argosax to stumble back. He then brought his hands to his chest in a circular wave and Argosax looked up to see thousands of hellish meteors flying toward him. He tried to form a shield from both arms but it was too late; the meteors bombarded him.

Overall, they did little other than annoy him but the whole of Argosax began to glow with fury, “Mundus!” he chuckled through his words, “You really do BELIEVE you will win! Give up now, servant, and I promise you a quick death. Continue with these silly stones, and it will be long and painful…”

“Nothing causes me more pain than seeing you still breathe.” Again, they charged each other, each grabbing the other in an attack around their chests, their heads mere inches from one another. As Argosax groaned, Mundus spoke,

“If you had a face, I’d imagine that it is in a struggling state. Deep inside, you know that even if you cannot win, I cannot lose. Either this will end in a stalemate, or you will lose. Do you hear me? You,Will, Lose!!”

“You trash!” Argosax then tossed Mundus behind him, and formed a whip from his right arm, his back toward the ongoing rebellion. Mundus stroked his chin as he saw Sparda quickly approaching,

Looking back into the blank face of Argosax, Mundus spoke, “Even then if this does end in a stalemate, I still have one thing you don’t…”

As Mundus says this, Argosax retracts the whip to form his right arm again, “And what would that be? You are not speaking of that child Sparda, are you?” Sparda then came close enough to hear these words; “He’s nothing more than a child who knows how to swing a twig of a sword.”

Sparda jumped off Orranguerra’s now beaten body and lifted himself into the air, his sword, still in a scythe form, raised high. Scum… Sparda thought.

“Nonsense!! What I have…” Mundus sends forth a beam of white light strong enough to knock a hole through Argosax’s chest, “…is POWER! You…have nothing, not even your kingdom…”

Taking in the incredible blow, Argosax fell to the ground, landing on his knees. He held his chest, trying to keep his power, his very life force, from bleeding onto the plain. He turned to see what he hoped would be the falling Rebellious Army but instead, he saw Sparda, glowing a bright red, his face covered with fury and anger.

As Sparda came closer, in a desperate attempt to live, Argosax raised his hand and began to suck up members of his own army as well as demons in the Rebellion to sustain his own life.

Sparda turned in mid air to see this debacle. He then held out hs rigid armored hands unwittingly unleashed a fury of red orbs of fire, killing all who Argosax brought into his body, even those of his own Army. It was then that Mundus noticed something different about Sparda, something more…sinister…

Landing on the shoulder of Argosax, Sparda unsheathed his sword from his wings and made a violent spinning motion, cutting through Argosax’s throat, causing his power to spew all over the field. As he lost more power, Argosax’s physical body began to fall apart and turn into an incoherent blob of energy, each remaining limb falling to the ground and evaporating.

As his physical body fell apart, Hell as a whole began to shake violently and a dark cloud of thunder and lighting ripped into the very fabric of space, creating a portal of sorts above Argosax who was apparently trying to make an escape. As his gelatinous body floated there, he attempted to suck up more of his own army to repair himself however this time Sparda allowed it.

“You……you cannot…..”

Demons like Bolverk, Furiatarus, Orranguerra, what remained of Noctpteran, blood and abyss goats, some members of the Rebellion, puia, and several others were violently sucked back into the body of Argosax like a vaccum. However the incoming demons did nothing but make his shapeless mass even larger.

Sparda looked at Argosax in his weakened state and his red aura intensified. Nothing had ever made Sparda feel this way and his rage satisfied and terrified him at the same time. The fall of a tyrant was at hand.

As Argosax stumbled and continued to fall apart, he made one final declaration displaying the epitomy of his arrogance, “Mundus! You will not have my Throne!”

In one last look, Sparda charged towards Argosax with lightning speed, his sword at his side, leaving behind a red trail of demonic energy. As he took one horizontal slash at Argosax he made his own final declaration,

“DIE!!”

The screaming pile of Argosax’s body convulsed violently and was suddenly thrust backwards into his own portal, and sucked the surrounding demons of his army in it as well. As the portal closed an intense gust of wind exploded outward creating an audible bang and sending a ripple of demonic energy throughout every crevice of Hell, awaking even those demons who chose not to fight.

On the battlefield, what remained of Argosax’s army stopped in mid attack, and burst in flames. Nevan, Alastor, Cerberus, Ifrit, the Hells, Aracne, Phantom, Gryffon Shadows, Vanguards, Frosts, and the numerous other demons stopped in mid attack as well, watching this overwhelming feat. Even in Hell, they had never seen such a display of fury and power. They focused their eyes on Mundus and Sparda who now stood side by side, glaring back at them.

Nice as usual, but I don't understand why Sparda suddenly goes psycho. I hope you intend to explain this and not just make it a random occurence. Also, if he's more powerful than Mundus in this form, what is the significance of him awakening to justice?

Nice as usual, but I don't understand why Sparda suddenly goes psycho. I hope you intend to explain this and not just make it a random occurence. Also, if he's more powerful than Mundus in this form, what is the significance of him awakening to justice?

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Well we just wanted to give a glimpse of Spardas power with this occurance of rage. Kind of as a foreshadow to the future. And about him to awakening to justice, you'll just have to wait and see. His power has nothing to do with him awakening to jusice, you'll see. There is a lot of fic left. I dont wanna spoil anything so if you would like me to explain it in full then get on MSN and I'll tell you.

Nice job guys...I love how you made the gameplay of DMC transfer into a story type action. This DEFINITELY needs to be considered by Capcom when making a DMC movie. The plot definitely crushes FF7:ACs...

Years passed since the fall of Argosax and with his fall, Hell was remade in the mind of Mundus. The far too clichéd Hell was changed to a benevolent looking place that some would mistake for the Heaven that doesn’t exist. Instead of screams of pain, the Underworld seemed to hum with peaceful music. But oddly, the rebuilt Underworld was a befitting home for the Demon Clans.

Sparda became a general among the active troops of the Underworld, and still practiced his sword mastery every chance he got. Everyday, his sword became more and more like a part of himself. Other’s started to call it “The Sparda” named for its creator and one true master. It was during one of these “shadow practice” sessions that Sparda was approached by one of the most despicable and useless creatures of the Underworld.

Sparda swung his sword around his body; during the swing, The Sparda became a scythe and returned to normal in one swift motion. He continued, bringing his sword from a downward position, raising it high and fast. A kick from his cloven-hoofed foot followed then he thrust his sword forward, extending it with his thoughts.

The hapless creature crawled up to Sparda as he finished his move. Looking down upon this poor, misshapen demon disgusted Sparda.

The demon was human-like in appearance and crawled on all fours. It had another arm with a large hand grown out of its back, and often hopped around like a grasshopper. Stories of this clan of demon came from afar; its agility gave it an advantage in battle that most, even the highest-ranking demons, have trouble keeping up with. Unfortunately, it was also known for being completely useless and annoying. And its insane giggling didn’t help either. Being able to contort its body and grow in size, it became known as…the Nobody.

The Nobody hopped around in place, clapping its large hands and giggling while it talked as Sparda continued to practice.

The Nobody spoke again, “Great Sparda! [i]Hee ha hoo[/i]! Mundus wants to speak with you!” It hopped around like an insect. Sparda ignored it. The Nobody, famous for not being a very smart demon, came closer to Sparda, too close for comfort.

“Did you hear me! [i]Ha ha ha ha[/i]…” Its atrocious laughter was cut off by the thrust of Sparda’s sword through its face. A quick upper slash and the Nobody fell to the floor, dead. Its acidic body and blood began to eat away at itself as Sparda stepped over the corpse and headed for Mundus.

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As Sparda walked through the Blood Plain, he noticed the difference from the war. Large stone statues of every demon that fell that day, an eternity ago, covered it. It was aptly renamed “The Room of Fallen Ones” as a homage to those that died for Mundus. As Sparda entered Mundus’ pristine white fortress, he saw some familiar faces. Beowulf stood there as well, with Nevan, the electric seductress, and Cerberus, the ice-enchanted Hellhound. These three demons stood in front of hundreds more demonic legions. Sparda came into line with the other generals and sighed one deep breath and Mundus appeared.

His three electric eyes were the only thing seen, hovering high above the highest-ranking demons in the Underworld in the roofless fortification. The orbs seemed to focus on Sparda, and Mundus’ voice boomed from a non-existent body.

“I have called you all here for a reason…” Mundus’ voice trailed off, grabbing the attention of the four devils.

“Long ago, in my youth, the world as we know it today was the [i]only[/i] world. Born from darkness, this one world, an entire universe, split in two.”

The attention Mundus wanted was now his. Sparda’s head seemed to lean towards Mundus, listening and thinking.

“A ray of light…….” Mundus paused seeming to recollect events of his past “A ray of light created the other……the human realm…”

The utterance of the word “human” caused each of the four devils to cringe with disgust. In the demon world, although most had never seen one, humans were viewed as weaklings unworthy of their own existence so much so, that most had forgotten about them entirely. However Mundus was not one of them.

“A human world, a demon world, existing together for what has been an eternity……..These realms were once united, so why not rule them as one?”

“But Master Mundus…” Beowulf spoke, “This world seems to be a place not worth the effort, what little it would be, to conquer. Why do you want to –"

“Because it is my WILL!!”

“Master…” Nevan spoke, “Why wasn’t this done before? By Argosa-”

Suddenly Mundus zapped Nevan to the ground, “DON’T EVER SPEAK THAT NAME AGAIN!! That fraud did not know what was at his fingertips. We worked under his very nose, finding a way to unite the worlds once again”

“But how…” Sparda said, “If these worlds are now separate, how are we going to get to it? Many demons of our caliber have tried before to break through and all have failed. Only those shapeless spirits that lurk Hells darkest corners have ever gotten through.”

Mundus laughed in a low tone, “And that is precisely it. Our former ‘ruler’ did not realize the advantages of demonic spirits crossing over. However I did. I used those very spirits to influence the humans to do MY bidding. Darkness has already taken its hold on most of their realm. There is only one step left..”

The Human World cried and screamed in pain and fear. Despicable acts were being carried out by evil obsessed humans.

People in long black robes were overtaking entire villages; men and women alike were tortured, children killed. The blood soaked ground sizzled under burning embers of flaming houses. And at the center of it all, was one tower…

Temen-Ni-Gru – It’s very name now sent fear into the heart of mankind. One man’s dream of evil was almost complete. The Designer of the Temen-Ni-Gru stood at its apex. Next to him laid his daughter, sobbing in tears, staring at the blank face of her dead mother. The Designer used his own wife’s blood to activate the tower. His daughter looked up at him in disgust and terror as huge bells, decorated in black skeletons donned with demonic wings, dropped from their holders.

The Designer raised his arms and dropped his black hood. The sky boomed with thunder and red lightning. Through the blood-curdling screams, he spoke,

Wow, Mundus seems to be really... tyrannic (sp) in this chapter, he wants to control everything, anyone who is against it will be pwned. The Temen Ni Gru is very interesting, can't wait to see more backstory behind it.

Mundus's reign of tyranny begins. I assume he's gonna start acting similar to Argosax soon...and forget the reason he took over. To make sure the lesser Demons are made equal and given welfare. That the hungry demons are given food, that demon kids get proper education, and that McMundus's restuarants are spread world wide...in every Dimension!!! Human and Demon!!....oh..wait...MAYBE THATS THE REASON HE'S TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE HUMAN WORLD!! McMundus Demon Emperor size Fries Must LIVE ON!!

Mundus's reign of tyranny begins. I assume he's gonna start acting similar to Argosax soon...and forget the reason he took over. To make sure the lesser Demons are made equal and given welfare. That the hungry demons are given food, that demon kids get proper education, and that McMundus's restuarants are spread world wide...in every Dimension!!! Human and Demon!!....oh..wait...MAYBE THATS THE REASON HE'S TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE HUMAN WORLD!! McMundus Demon Emperor size Fries Must LIVE ON!!

lol I haven't read your fan fic, but I am pretty sure that if I did I could pick out multiple inconsistincies and contradictions with the canon, therefore making this fan fic unapplicable as a canonical version of events

lol I haven't read your fan fic, but I am pretty sure that if I did I could pick out multiple inconsistincies and contradictions with the canon, therefore making this fan fic unapplicable as a canonical version of events

lol I haven't read your fan fic, but I am pretty sure that if I did I could pick out multiple inconsistincies and contradictions with the canon, therefore making this fan fic unapplicable as a canonical version of events